How I Feel Like SKZ Would Reveal Your Relationship!!

╰┈➤ How I feel like SKZ would reveal your relationship!!

Changbin:

Bangchan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, I.N

Go show some love to “Stray Love”, It's an Idol!Hyunjin x FemReader fic, first part is out!

Warnings~ FemReader | Established relationship | Idol Au | kinda ooc | This feels so much longer than the previous ones 😭| I can't write very accurate personalities so pls forgive me for that 😔

Ps: These will be accidental moments when a fan notices something and the member can't help but just reveal it.

Summary: Gym picture turns into so much chaos.

Changbin didn't think any of it, sweaty and exhilarated, he decided to snap a quick selfie to share with his fans on Instagram. Little did he know that this innocent gym selfie would set off so much speculation among stays.

As the picture went live, the comments section exploded with excitement. Fans zoomed in on the background, fixating on the figure fixing stuff behind Changbin. One fan commented on the unknown girl in the background igniting a frenzy of theories and detective work among the fandom.

Changbin couldn't contain his amusement as he watched the chaos unfold. He basked in the playful banter and wild speculation, deciding to play along and let the fans run wild with their imaginations. For days, the mystery girl in the background became the topic of heated debate, with fans poring over every detail of the photo in search of clues.

Finally, unable to resist teasing his fans any longer, Changbin dropped a bombshell. In a follow-up post, he shared a cute photo of himself and the mystery girl together said girl had her head of his lsp as he took the picture from above. The caption read: " 그냥 내 체육관 친구(그녀는 내 여자친구입니다!!)"

“Just my gym friend (she's my girlfriend!!)”

The fans went into a meltdown, their theories crashing and burning as the truth was revealed. Changbin's gym buddy was none other than his girlfriend, the comment section exploded with a mix of shock, excitement, and adoration for the couple, hate comments here and there but it's not like they cared did they?

As the news spread like wildfire across social media, Changbin couldn't help but giggle at the chaos he had unleashed. The fans' reactions ranged from disbelief to uncertainty to overwhelming support, with many expressing their joy at seeing Changbin in a fun and carefree relationship.

Embracing the playful energy, Changbin and his girlfriend continued to share lighthearted updates on Bubble, showing off their goofy antics and quirky moments together. The fans adored their dynamic and couldn't get enough of the couple's cheeky charm.

In the middle of all the goofiness and online shenanigans, Changbin felt a deep sense of gratitude for his dedicated fans. Their unwavering support and lighthearted spirit had brought so much joy and laughter into his life, making him realize how grateful he is to have such understanding fans.

Can you tell Changbin is on top in my list of biases?

Stray Love

~ The Encounter ~

Chapter #1

〉〉 Next Chapter

Warnings~ Fem Reader (not specified in this chapter), mentions of food, too much staring shared between Hyunjin and the reader, this takes place in a coffee shop.

This is short, all chapters will be short, and the story will overall be short. I'm trying to get used to writing again.

Proofread by @hereforthedrinkss

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It's just a regular day, you going about your routine when suddenly a tall figure stands in line in front of you. They are dressed in a casual outfit, complete with a mask covering their lower face and a cap pulled low over their eyes, concealing their features from view. Despite the disguise, there was an air of mystery and intrigue surrounding them, one that captured your attention instantly.

"What can I get you for today, sir?" You begin to speak, a courteous smile plastered on your face.

The man's voice was soft and slightly shaky as he gave his order, "An Iced Americano, please." He averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. You couldn't help but notice the slight tremble in his hands as he fidgeted nervously, his movements betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath the mask, “Classic” you say, smiling at him.

With practiced ease, you set about preparing his order, selecting the finest beans for his coffee and the most delectable pastry to accompany it. As you place the tray on the counter, your eyes briefly meet before he reaches out to collect it. His fingers brush against yours for a moment.

Your body freezes in place temporarily, a jolt of electricity passing between you both. His expression remains unreadable behind the mask, though a flicker of realization and curiosity crosses his eyes. The moment of connection hangs in the air, charged with a mixture of unspoken feelings.

A warm smile graced your lips as you offered him the food and drink, silently reassuring him with your gesture. He reaches for the tray with trembling hands, his fingertips grazing against yours once more as he accepts the items. The moment hangs there, heavy with meaning and significance, neither of you speaking.

As your exchange ends, a sense of intrigue and wonder washes over you. You find your thoughts consumed by the enigmatic stranger, your heart racing, and your body tingling at the encounter. There was something about him and the way he carried himself that made your heart twist in an unfamiliar but exhilarating way.

You knew that you shouldn't let your imagination run wild, but you couldn't help but wonder about the man behind the mask. The enigma surrounding him had sparked your curiosity, and a thousand questions flooded your mind. Who was he? What was he hiding? And why did his touch send shivers down your spine?

Despite pushing the thoughts aside, you found yourself stealing glances at him from behind the counter as he settled into his seat. Watching as he slowly sipped his coffee, his gaze occasionally straying toward your direction before darting away just as fast.

You tried to focus on your work, but it was difficult to concentrate with the masked stranger so close by. You couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to him than meets the eye. You continued your routine, taking orders and serving drinks to other customers who gave you a wide array of looks and reactions.

Some were friendly and welcoming, admiring your efforts to adapt to the local area. Others were cold and reserved, their prejudices towards foreigners seeping through. But you chose to ignore it all, maintaining your signature warm smile and cheerfulness.

Despite the occasional rejection and unwarranted suspicion, you continued to spread positivity in your small way. You were determined to break down barriers and challenge preconceptions simply by being yourself, refusing to let the negativity dampen your spirits.

You knew that your job as a barista in a busy city like Seoul required a unique approach. Unlike some of your colleagues who kept a monotone voice and expressionless face, you went the extra mile to infuse each interaction with warmth and positivity. You understood the stress and fatigue that came with the demanding corporate lifestyle, and you sought to counteract it with a cheerful disposition.

As you served customers - tired office workers in their tailored suits and stern expressions - you made sure to greet each one with a friendly smile and an uplifting tone.

You couldn't help but glance over at the tall figure who had caught your attention earlier. He was now engrossed in his phone, fingers flying over the screen as he texted rapidly. However, what caught your attention wasn't his excessive phone use, but rather the familiarity of his hands. For a brief moment, you couldn't shake off the feeling that you had seen those hands before.

You shrugged it off, attributing the feeling to your imagination playing tricks on you. Shaking your head, you returned to your work.

After the tall figure, still deeply engrossed in his phone, leaves, you find yourself replaying the encounter in your mind. There was something about his hands, their tremors betraying an underlying tension, and the fleeting glances he had given you that lingered in your thoughts. As the day progresses, you go about your routine, serving customers and maintaining your cheerful demeanor. However, your mind keeps wandering back to the mysterious stranger with trembling hands.

Night falls slowly, and the buzz of the city gives way to a quieter atmosphere as the evening sets in.

You prepare to close up the coffee shop for the night, your body tired but your mind still buzzing with thoughts. You clean up the counter and put away the last of the supplies, making sure everything is for the next day. As you lock up, you take a deep breath and step out into the cool night air.

The walk home is quiet, and the streets are mostly empty except for a few late-night stragglers and the occasional taxi driving by. As you stroll along, your mind drifts back to the events of the day, replaying the encounter with the intriguing stranger in your memory.

You couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to him than what met the eye. His trembling hands and hesitant demeanor contradicted the air of mystery that surrounded him.

You thought about the moment when his fingers had brushed yours as he took the tray, the brief yet electric contact replaying in your mind like a movie scene. There was something about him that had made your heart flutter, a magnetic pull that you couldn't quite explain.

You couldn't help but wonder what his story was, who he was behind the mask, and the nervous ticks. As you walked down the empty streets, the city lights casting soft shadows around you, a sudden gust of wind whispered a chilling reminder that the mystery of the day would remain unresolved.

And with a final glance into the night, you continued on your path, the memories of the stranger's trembling hands and fleeting glance etched in your mind. The walk home was silent except for the sound of your footsteps echoing faintly in the quiet night air.

You reached your home, your body craving the comfort of your bed. As you settled in for the night, your mind kept replaying the events of the day, especially the interactions with the enigmatic stranger. The questions about his identity and the peculiar mix of vulnerability and mystery he exuded lingered in your thoughts like a persistent melody.

Despite your best efforts to push the thoughts aside and drift off to sleep, you found yourself plagued by images of the tall figure, his shaky hands, and the curious glances he had given you. The unanswered questions and the intrigue of his presence left you tossing and turning in bed.

As the hours passed, sleep continued to elude you. You checked your phone for the time, only to find that it was well past midnight. With a sigh, you resigned yourself to the fact that you would not be getting much rest that night.

Morning dawned sooner than you would have liked, and with a groan, you forced yourself out of bed to start your daily routine. You quickly prepared for class, your mind still fixated on the events of the previous day at the coffee shop.

As the day passed, you found yourself gradually becoming immersed in your classes. The hustle and bustle of campus life helped to distract you from the thoughts that had consumed your mind the previous night. The mysterious stranger from the coffee shop slowly faded into the background of your mind as you concentrated on your studies.

As you clocked in for your shift at the coffee shop later that day, your mind was fully focused on work. You approached the counter and began your routine, greeting customers with a warm smile. But then, from the corner of your eye, you noticed a familiar figure walking in. It was the tall, mysterious guy from the day before.

“Same as yesterday?” you ask, an eyebrow raised in question.

The tall, masked stranger looked at you, a flicker of surprise in his eyes before he nodded. "Same as yesterday," he replied in a soft voice.

You nodded in understanding and set about preparing his order. His voice seemed extra familiar for some reason.

You glanced over at him once again, the sense of familiarity rushing to you, you have an idea of who he is, you didn’t want to assume.

DID YOU GUYS SEE THE ‘ATE’ TRAILER??

SKZ IS SO CREATIVE I SWEAR.

Should I make a separate little post that shows what he was so busy typing away at on his phone? It would be like one of those text story thingies but I'm not that good at those 😔.

Guys when I went to Korea I was so scared bcs I thought the employees were being hostile towards me (expressionless faces, monotone voices) but no, they’re like that to everyone 😭😭.

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- @jeonginplsholdmyhand

Im starting to remember why i left writing behind. I’ve written around five different versions of chapter four and NONE OF THEM ARE GOOD ENOUGH.

THIS IS NOT FAIR. WHY ME?

Maybe even one where Reader wins a fan call with a member and said member can't help but shamelessly flirt? I don’t know, it's not always they see someone as beautiful as you 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

The conversation might go easy (because you’re not one of those weird ass people) or it might make you all nervous because he's just staring at you so intently and all he's asked and talked about is you.

When the fan call comes to an end, you sit there and stare at your phone, the words “You’re really pretty, can’t wait to see you in our next show” replays over and over in your head..

I don’t know, this feels like Hyunjin, Felix or maybe even Chan 🤔

It’s whatever, I’m yapping and there’s too much going on in my head.

I’ve thought about this before. So many times.

So I was thinking about how the Joker is canonically more of a concept rather than one specific person. So when it comes to alternate universes, 80% of the time Batman will always be Bruce Wayne but Joker could literally be anyone.

In this essay, I will be proposing the idea of Jeff the Killer being a Joker varient-

Have another xx

Felix x Reader (Gn or Mn)

Video games, Felix gets frustrated because he keeps dying on a level of his game and asks Yn for help, The latter having been laying on Lix’s bed scrolling on his phone and laughing as Felix's struggles. Ofc Yn manages to defeat the level after their second try, and Felix is in awe but also playfully gets jealous. Possibly ends in a cute kiss as thanks.

Here you go!

(Gender of the reader isn’t really mentioned here lol)

Felix was focused intently on his video game, his brow furrowed in concentration. He had been struggling to clear a level for what seemed like hours. Every time he died, he groaned in frustration and reset the level.

You were lying on his bed, scrolling through your phone and occasionally looking up to watch him play. You couldn’t help but giggle at his struggles, finding his frustration adorable.

Felix eventually looked up at you, his eyes pleading.

"Hey Y/N, can you give it a try? I've been at this for hours and I just can't seem to beat it."

You chuckled and sat up, grabbing the controller from him.

"Sure, I'll give it a shot."

Felix watched as you played, his eyes wide as you smoothly navigated through the level and finally reached the end. You defeated the enemy with ease, and the “Victory” screen flashed across the screen.

Felix was speechless, his jaw dropped in shock.

"How did you do that? I've been trying for hours and you just waltz in and clear it like it's nothing."

You laughed, feeling a sense of pride at your accomplishment.

"I guess I'm just a natural."

Felix playfully rolled his eyes and pretended to pout.

"Not fair. I’m supposed to be the expert gamer here."

Felix continued pouting, his arms crossed in a mock gesture of annoyance.

"Seriously though, how did you do that? I've been playing this game for weeks and I still can't beat that level."

You chuckled, enjoying his playful jealousy.

"I don’t know, I guess I just pick up on things quickly. Maybe I should be the one giving gaming tips, not you."

Felix playfully bumped your shoulder with his own, pretending to be offended.

"Oh, you think you're so smart huh? Beating that level in two tries. I guess you're just the better gamer now, huh?"

You laughed and nudged him back, enjoying the playful banter.

"Don't be mad just because I'm better than you."

Felix dramatically threw himself on the bed, making an exaggerated sulking expression.

"I think I'll never recover from this," he said dramatically. "My ego is shattered. I can't believe I got beaten by an amateur."

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics.

"Oh, shut up. You're not that upset, you're just being dramatic."

Felix rolled onto his side, facing you with a mock pout.

"I am upset," he said, although his eyes were sparkling with amusement. "I'm deeply wounded, emotionally scarred. I'll never be able to pick up a controller again."

You chuckled and poked him in the side.

"Oh, come on. You're being ridiculous."

He flinched and let out a dramatic gasp.

"Ridiculous? You dare to call my pain ridiculous?"

He grabbed a pillow from beside him and playfully smacked you with it.

Felix grabbed a nearby pillow and swung it playfully in your direction. You laughed and grabbed another pillow, retaliating with a smack of your own. This triggered a friendly pillow fight between the two of you.

The room filled with laughter and playful banter as you both swung pillows at each other. But eventually, Felix found an opening and lunged at you, pinning you to the bed.

"Got you," he said, a mischievous smirk on his face.

You were pinned beneath him, both of you panting from the exertion of the pillow fight. Your chests rose and fell in sync, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Felix looked down at you, his expression growing more serious. He pushed a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek for a moment.

"You know, you really did impress me back there," he admitted, his voice softer now.

You smiled up at him, enjoying the feel of his touch on your skin.

"Yeah? I guess I just have a natural talent for gaming."

Felix chuckled and leaned down closer, his face mere inches from yours.

"I guess you do."

He paused for a moment, studying your face with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed you. It was a passionate kiss that sent sparks flying through your body. His lips moved against yours with a mixture of sweetness and desperation, and you found yourself responding with equal fervor.

You reached up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your bodies pressed tightly together.

After a few more moments of intense kissing, Felix finally pulled back, breaking the kiss and leaving you slightly breathless. You looked up at him, your heart still racing and your mind still spinning from the passion of the moment.

Felix smirked at your stunned expression, a look of playful satisfaction on his face. “You’re not bragging now, huh?” he teased.

He then grabbed the controller and resumed playing his game, acting as if the passionate kiss had never happened. You lay there on the bed, still trying to catch your breath and process what had just happened.

RAHHH THIS FEELS RUSHED 😡😡

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